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178 And trod and trod again the way—

Why talk of Theseus? why

Of great Alcides? I, as they,

Descend from Jove most high.'

So spoke he, hand on altar laid:

The priestess took the word, and said:

'Inheritor of blood divine,

Preserver of Anchises' line,

The journey down to the abyss

Is prosperous and light:

The palace-gates of gloomy Dis

Stand open day and night:

But upward to retrace the way

And pass into the light of day,

There comes the stress of labour; this

May task a hero's might.

A few, whom heaven has marked for love

Or glowing worth has throned above,

Themselves of seed divine conceived,

The desperate venture have achieved.

Besides, the interval of ground

Is clothed with thickest wood,

And broad Cocytus winds around

Its dark and sinuous flood.

But still should passionate desire

Stir in your soul so fierce a fire,

Twice o'er the Stygian pool to swim,

Twice look on Tartarus' horrors dim,

If naught will quench your madman's thirst,

Then learn what duties claim you first.

Deep in a mass of leafy growth,

Its stem and foliage golden both,

A precious bough there lurks unseen,

Held sacred to the infernal queen: